Could that not be RAIN?
My neighbours are staring at my hole and shaking their heads disapprovingly. They were a little surprised to receive my invitation to view my orifice, and it may not be as big as theirs, but I needed their advice on how to fill it. The problem with this particular pothole is that it’s directly at the end of my drive at the …
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For those of us who don't have access to a private hole and are therefore exposed only to the public ones.
The council will send some burly contractors to stand around making sucking sounds for a whole morning before deciding which one of them gets the joyous task of filling it with a full load.
...of course, he didn't so much own said single by Lee Marvin as rather a temporary license to listen to his copy* (in private - strictly no public performances allowed such as at gatherings of friends, henceforth called "a party"), there just wasn't anyone around to helpfully point this out to him at the time...
*dependent on agreeing to the EULA, terms of service and the applicable license, subject to be revoked at the manufacturer's sole discretion at any moment and automatically terminated at various events including but not limited to the potential deterioration of said copy due to natural causes and prolonged use
This reminds me of the time when I still had an office in London's trendy Hoxton and the performing rights people rang up aggressively demanding money. They seemed convinced that since it was an office and my employees were working in it, we would by default have a radio blaring out somewhere. I can only imagine that they think magazine publishing companies are run like motor garages, with our editors and salesteam walking around in oil-stained overalls and spanner in hand, while singing along to the latest hits on the radio.
When I told the woman on the phone that we didn't have a radio, she didn't even bother to threaten a surprise inspection visit: she told me outright that I would be fined. I said "go ahead" and put the phone down. Never heard a thing from them again.
I'm guessing that's the same Performing Rights Society that threatened a shelf-stacker with prosecution and a hefty fine if she continued to sing to herself while she worked... Idiots
"I can only imagine that they think magazine publishing companies are run like motor garages, with our editors and salesteam walking around in oil-stained overalls and spanner in hand, while singing along to the latest hits on the radio."
I presume such establishments don't have to log the music and artiste for every track they play?
Since CDs, MP3 became commonplace then people tend to play their own selection of music - possibly by artistes with a niche market.
Presumably the proceeds of the licences are shared out with the big "pop" stars getting the lion's share. Seems very unfair on all the others who create music.
"[...] while singing along to the latest hits on the radio."
If it was an office where customers did not go - and everyone had their own radio - would they still need a PRS licence?
Now a radio is only a broadcast receiver. So each desk could have its own speaker receiving a broadcast from a single radio receiver. Does that need a PRS licence?
The person sitting on public transport with earbuds - does the irritating splash-over to their fellow passengers require a PRS licence? Not to mention people in cars that seem to need 90db of music to overcome the va-va-vroom of their engine.
I'd better tell my neighbours that they need a PRS licence for their favourite throbbing bass line that permeates the party wall.
You don't need a PRS or PPL licence to play the radio. The radio broadcaster has a licence to play recorded music.
You'd need a licence to play a CD or other recorded music in your office.
I used to be a programmer for PPL. Coming from an insurance background it was nice to have a relatively intuituve business to understand. Although as the CAO said at my interview - insurance, music royalties collection and distribution, same thing. Money in, money out, set of rules in the middle.
*Quickly goes to DuckDuckGo*
*Discovers the National Pothole Day IS a real thing*
God bless the British Isles! Form the point of view of a New-World foreigner, it sometimes looks like the most whimsical stories that come from there (from Mary Poppins to Paddington Bear) are actually documentaries.
No offense meant: I really admire the fuzzy image of the UK we get in the rest of the world (and that may or may not match with the reality)
"Discovers the National Pothole Day IS a real thing"
I wonder if the northern Finno-Scandinavian countries have a similar thing.
When touring above the Arctic Circle we became aware that a ! sign in the middle of nowhere - probably meant that round the next bend the road surface for several miles was just one large pothole. Mind you permafrost damage leaves almost small boulders dotted over the surface. You soon understood why Finno-Scandinavians were so good at Rallycross racing.
There's a very good piece of advice in that infographic which applies to more than just online dating:
"TOP TIP: Assume your data will be hacked"
That's more or less what I say to everyone who will listen, and no matter what any online provider of any service says, they cannot guarantee the safety of your data with anything close to absolute certainty. Never having been breached means precisely bugger all - it doesn't mean they're secure, only that the word "yet" may be an appropriate addition.
Never having been breached means precisely bugger all - it doesn't mean they're secure, only that the word "yet" may be an appropriate addition.
'Never having been breached' means that, if they're telling the truth, they haven't been breached yet that they know of. They may have been breached but don't know it.
Bike shed. The theory is in the development of a state-of-the-art nuclear fusion plant, nobody will care whether it's a Tokamak or a bottled star but every nugget and his dog will have an opinion on the colour the bike shed should be painted, which will continue to rage on even when containment is lost and the place has been sucked into an area the size of four pi the width of Planck's pubes squared due to the accidental formation of a micro-singularity.
Which is a very fancy way of saying the basics were, are and always will be the same, regardless of the time of year or the buzzword du jour.
Your Bike shed is approximately another British Institution, Parkinson's Law.
My brother worked with Lee Marvin in the 1972 film Prime Cut. Says Marvin was a great guy. One of his favourite keepsakes is a photo of him carrying the cinema camera, walking beside Marvin.
Exactly! The bikeshed. Now, if only we could get the marketing people to convince the "business leaders" that both the "cloud" and the "bandwagon" need to properly branded with a standardised colour, that could keep both the "leaders" and the marketeers busy for months. Years, even, if we do it right. The the rest of us could get on with our jobs!
I think you mean "get punters with at least 5 million pounds worth of public liability insurance to fill their own holes in"
If I was filling the council's potholes because they won't, then I certainly wouldn't be doing it when I might be seen, or leaving a calling card. So on the basis of being a putative stealth pothole fillist, or viliglante pothologist, why would I worry about insurance?
Of course, I suspect that the councils who are worst at filling their own potholes would react like greased lightening to the news of vigilante pothole filling. In a matter of minutes from being notified, they'd be round to dig it all out and "do the job properly".
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